LO AND BEHOLD

sandpaper my heart into something soft ,

all muscle but no more trabeculae,

no more pericardium,

i am too soft and too vunerable

and we weren't built like this for a reason. 

for it gave me a means of protection and i ripped off every bandaid i could find.

                      

 bruised.

there is too much room between these veins.

this heart is too big for my chest.

i was told that i was too sweet over and over and now there are no cavity-free teeth.

there are no broken promises.

( i am still waiting at the altar)